Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I kissed his neck again.
His breathing stuttered. I felt his lips on my shoulder where the oversized T-shirt’s neckline had slipped down. The gentle touch and his warm breath made me shiver. The memory of his lips between my legs was suddenly all I could think about. He kissed my shoulder again, a spot closer to my neck, then followed the kiss with the gentle graze of his teeth.
I gasped. He drew back to look at my face in the moonlight. The uncertainty was clear in his gaze, but there was something else there too. I saw my own need reflected back at me, a longing for reassurance and the comfort of each other’s touch.
Were we crazy enough to do this on our own without threats or weapons forcing us? Under normal circumstances, it would be unthinkable. Even now, it was still wrong, but our bodies disagreed. His big, warm hand slid down my side as he trailed kisses up my neck. I tilted my head to grant him better access to the sensitive skin on my jaw.
I gasped. He froze for a moment, seemingly worried about my reaction.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Gazing into my eyes, he cupped the side of my face.
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he said. But I knew that he wanted this. I could hear it in his voice and feel it in his touch.
“You didn’t. You won’t.”
I kissed my father’s lips. Gripping the back of his neck, I encouraged him to kiss me harder. After a moment’s hesitation, his tongue grazed my lower lip, and I opened my mouth to let him inside. His kiss was intoxicating. I wanted more, and I wasn’t the only one.
My dad pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I could already feel his erection growing inside his pants, pressing against my core. His jeans felt rough against my skin, but I rocked against him anyway, craving contact.
He trailed his lips along my jaw and down my neck with a groan. It felt like he was purposely retracing the path Duke’s mouth had taken earlier. I wanted nothing more than to replace those bad memories with good ones, and to exchange the bad men’s uninvited fingerprints with my dad’s welcome ones. He slid his hands up my thighs, beneath the hem of my oversized shirt. I raised my arms, impatient for him to take it off me. Once I was naked again, he let out a raspy sound from the back of his throat as he lowered his mouth to my breast.
I whimpered as he sucked on my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple. He gripped my hips firmly as I ground against his bulge. I was probably soaking the front of his jeans with my wetness, but I didn’t care. I was too needy, too desperate to feel every inch of him.
“Oh god,” I said in a harsh whisper. “Please, I need more.”
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the cot with my dad kneeling above me. He tore open the front of his jeans, and I used my legs and feet to help him shove them down his thighs impatiently. I wanted him to fill me up again, by choice this time. I wanted to forget about what we were forced to do and just lose myself in the pleasure that I now knew he could bring me.
He covered my body with his own, keeping the bulk of his weight off me with one hand braced on the cot’s frame. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, soft and hard and hot at the same time. I was so wet for him that he slipped in with almost no resistance, sinking in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried inside.
I gasped at the fullness and the pleasurable ache in my muscles as they stretched around him. There was no one around to taunt us, no one threatening our lives. I could give him my full attention. I watched his face twist with pleasure and listened to his ragged moans.
“Fuck, Willow,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “You’re so perfect. I had no idea…”
He pulled back and then sank deep inside me again, drawing a moan from my lips.
“You feel so good, too, Dad. Please, show me how good it can be.”
He sat up and lifted my legs, placing them on his shoulders. I was practically bent in half as he leaned forward, sinking deeper inside me than before. Stars went supernova behind my closed eyelids as he pounded into me, hard and slow. It felt like he was aiming for a specific spot deep inside that sent ecstasy charging through my veins each time he hit home.
Whimpering, I held on to his biceps, digging my nails into his skin as he began to move faster. Sweat coated our bodies as he took me hard, the way I never knew I wanted it before I’d had him this way. It felt incredible, like he was rubbing my clit from the opposite side. I reached between us to touch myself.